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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Everyday Drive

This Sheila and the Insects song will forever be etched in my mind and my heart. I will tell you why exactly.

It all started when I was on my way to work, on my last day there (Thursday). I restively woke up in the bus a few seconds before my stop. I promptly got up from my warm seat, and walked the isle that lead to the bus door, wobbly. While I was standing there, waiting for the bus to stop, I felt a man behind me, so I instinctively frisked my hind pocket to see if my wallet was still there.

"It's still there. Nothing to worry about." I claimed to myself.

As I stepped down the foot of the bus, the music stopped. "Coming home one day I'd have to go, like everyday" ended. Yes, Everyday Drive was the last song I heard on my iPod.

Apparently, the guy behind me swiftly took my iPod while I was stepping down. Professionals. Basta, a professional pick-pocket jobbed me, and that's all I'm gonna say about this incident. It's really too hard and too painful to talk about it. This iPod was the thing I bought for my very first bonus check and I thought I was gonna have it for the rest of my life. Well, maybe my life ended that day.

Fast forward to Saturday: the Sheila and the Insects in Manila gig. After an emotional, 8-song set, Sheila played Everyday Drive. While I was singing and dancing to the song, I'm thinking about Karla. I'm thinking how my rhetorical future offspring could inherit this from me and learn how awesome their dad's music taste is. I'm thinking about the countless times it has accompanied me during lonely travel times to the office or everywhere else. I'm thinking about the times when I study music for a song idea. I'm thinking about all those times while Everyday Drive was being performed.

Anyway, I'd like to think that I made a family happy that night. Somebody brought home the bacon. Somebody's stomach got filled with cheap pancit. Somebody's debt got fractionally paid. Somebody didn't have to worry about rent.

This is how I'll remember Everyday Drive for the rest of my life.

P.S.
After the show, I got to hang out with the band. Bisoy (Orven, the singer) told me that they weren't full-time musicians anymore and they crammed 3 hours of re-learning their songs and how my video helped them. Ian (the lead guitarist) who was really drunk, started comparing the letters to Cubao and Cebu. Jai (the drummer) who answers "ho!" (Jai-ho, get it?) every time his name is called. Sorry Gaizka and Marty, you guys should have stayed a while longer.